So, I didn't write an entry when I was in Troutville, VA, after delivering in Salem. I didn't write an entry in Fort Chiswell, VA, after picking up a load of processed turkeys in Newberry, SC. I didn't write an entry after in Mifflinville, PA, after delivering said turkey stuff to Bethlehem, PA.

So, why am I doing it here, when I need to be getting down the road? I've got approximately 450 miles to drive today to be set up to deliver this load tomorrow morning, unless they let me drop it tonight, in which case I end up with a whole day off in beautiful downtown Pontoon Beach, IL. Oh, I am so excited.

For the record, I like PA. It's a beautiful state and the people seem to be mostly nice, too. There are a few lunkheads, but you find those anywhere.

The biggest problem I have with PA are the drivers, but it's not really their fault. The State of PA bears the blame on this issue. There aren't a lot of States where onramps end with a stop sign, but you see them all over PA. With traffice whizzing by, starting out at zero is not going to teach a person how to merge into traffic. Then there are the short ramps with yield signs and traffic that doesn't allow you to merge. Trucks will move over or slow down, but cars keep coming on.

Of course, if I was in a position to live in PA, I would live anywhere near a freeway, mostly because you can find some nice places to live without having to resort to living in an urban environment. Of course, PA is a bit too heterosexual for me. There are all of these big houses, new and old, that are obviously built with the idea that the bedrooms are not going to be filled with boarders, but with little kiddies popping out of momma's birth canal every year or so.

As I was driving through Beaver Meadows, PA, there was this huge church with the kind of domes you see on Orthodox churches from where I come from, only this wasn't an Orthodox church. The domes on this church were golden. It was a Greek Catholic Church. It follows the Byzantine liturgical tradition. Now, I with I had stopped, but there wasn't anywhere to pull the big rig over and I was on a hunt for a place to stay for the night. That's the biggest problem I have with driving through America with the big rig; you see something really interesting, but there isn't any place to pull over or, worse yet, there are "No Truck Parking" signs everywhere. Kind of makes a person feel unwanted.

I haven't done any other writing. Nothing on either the anthology story or Chapter 17. I'd like to be writing, but I just don't seem to be up to it write now. It's not a block, as you can see by proliferation of blog entries, and I want to write, but I just don't have the time anymore. I'm settling into the meds and I have to get eight hours of sleep, period.

Yesterday, when I stopped for lunch in Mill Run, PA, there was this young (12?), slender kid with his mother at the local burger franchise. I know a lot of parents would rather not have a cute kid, but this little guy was definitely cute. Long dirty blond hair, dark inviting eyes, and a nice smile, even though his teeth were covered with straighteners; plus, he wasn't wearing loose pants. They might have been hanging a little low, but they weren't baggy. I know I wasn't supposed to notice, but it was cute the way he had his left thumb hooked in the left front pocket so his other fingers could surreptitiously fiddle with whatever was hidden in his groin. It was an obvious movement, just a little twiddle now and then, and it didn't seem to be a conscious act, either. The only fault I could see with him were his full lips. I really don't like them.

Right now, as I waste even more valuable time that could be used driving to Pontoon Beach, I'm watching another young boy (16-18) (drives), doing the cleanup at different national burger franchise. Truck parking is out by the dumpster and he comes out this way with a load of trash every now and then. He's tall and quite slender (Did I ever say slender was a turn on?), but is wearing loose clothes so he has to turn a certain way for me to see he has a nice ass.

Unfortunately, I need to be getting down the road, so I can't wait for him to come out, again.